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			<title>The Weekend</title>
			<description>PlayingLaughingRunningSurfingThe kids are playing, laughing wildlyThey are running, surfing in the waves</description>
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			<title>Sunset</title>
			<description>As I look out over the seaAbove, I see birds flying freeAt the end of the horizon, the sun is smaller than a pea</description>
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			<title>When school is Over</title>
			<description>During summer, the children like to playAfter school when they get out for many daysThey celebrate getting ready for the seaTo see the birds above flying freeStanding by the ocean wave getting sprayedThe children scream as the run awayTowards the giant lighthouse bayAnd they climb on the mangrove tr..</description>
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			<title>Bye Bye my Friend</title>
			<description>The poor little crabCouldn't with stand the grabOf the up coming waveAs he meets his watery graveHe never stood a chanceAs he gave his last glanceAt his sandy homeAs he was taken away by the foam</description>
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			<title>Sunburns</title>
			<description>I wake up scared, with red all overThe shape of a hand print on meThe pain hits me like a waveThe sun shining down hardI get up slowlySand on my feetA sunburnThe worstPain</description>
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